A little over decade ago they were getting dudes like Dalvin now look at them. Their fall off has been amazing lol
The young boy suddenly shifted on the rickety bench, but his father caught him and pulled him close.
“Careful son,” he admonished. “They don’t make those practice field benches like they used to.”
Indeed, he thought.
How would we know…the same practice benches for fans have been in place for a generation! Rusted, with fraying duct tape holding the entire contraption together for the small mass of fans watching the Florida State Seminoles continue their summer drills.
“How long, father?” asked the Child.
“How long, what, son?”
“How long before we get good players again?”
He looked up at his father with hopeful eyes. The man stared at his son, then out at the field. Pass after pass was being dropped. Fumble after fumble was taking place, all unprompted. One player was doing snow angels on the weed filled practice field. Coca Cola was being served for hydration. And amidst the circus atmosphere, a coach alternately clapping and giving should rubs.
“Miami,” he said under his breath.
“What, Father?”
He had enough and stood.
If the recruits can do it, if they had done it…so could he.
“I said Miami, son. That’s where they are. All of the good players. No..actually, all of the best players.”
He stood and lifted the boy up. “We’re leaving this circus. My son deserves to see the best.”
The child smiled, hope in his eyes. “Really, dad?”
The father nodded. “Really son. We’re taking a drive south. We’re going to go see the Miami Hurricanes.”